The mirror is cracked but not broken. Fragments of glass reflect pieces of her. Skin white as lily. Prepared and dangling corn-colored curls. A button nose. Cherry ribbon lips. Forget-me-not opaque blue eyes. The dark pupils dilate and swivel, dilate and swivel, but his eyes are blind. She sees, but not. The mirror is cracked but not broken. She sees his face separately in each shard of glass. Some small, some large. A multitude of reflections, each a clone of the other, each a double, a twin. Never alone. Each reflection with an identical companion. The symmetry is beautiful. She's in pain. The mirror is cracked but not broken. His fingers brush the mirror. His fingertips tingle as they touch the raised edge of each crack. A mirror; a symbol of fragility and a symbol of immense power. Reflective ice. What lies beneath the thin, translucent surface of a mirror? Her fingers search for the reflections in front of her. The mirror is cracked but not broken. The curtains reveal it. Pretty as a doll. Quiet as a mannequin. Lifeless like a puppet with no one pulling the strings. Under the glare of the spotlight, a reflection clearer than in a cracked but not broken mirror. The lipstick stuck to her lips, the blush on her face, the bright red circles painted on her cheeks. A bizarre spectacle worthy of a gypsy circus. Silence. Or laughter. Silent laughter. The big tears flow, leaving clear traces in the thick makeup. The mirror is cracked but not broken. Prone to melancholy, she thinks. To be cracked like the mirror but not broken. All pieces together, but not completely complete. The completeness terrified her. His own eyes see clearly, middle of paper...... So many things scare him. An irresistible fullness strikes her with both fear and terror. Her little hands clench into fists, the fingers like claws, like stiletto heels. Its porcelain sharpens into a blade. An inexorable desire rises, moaning like a glutton in its disgusting and perfect shell. The mirror is cracked but not broken. With her impeccable white claw, she breaks the cracked mirror. He screams one last time as its fragile fragments shatter and cascade onto the barren ground. Fluorescent lights imperceptibly illuminate his triumph below. A moment of pause, as silence embraces the passage of the mirror's long life. The sleeping air eagerly sucks in the abandoned memory of the mirror's reflections. Beneath her lie the pieces, discarded and unwanted like broken teeth, no longer part of an incompletely completed work of wonder. The mirror is broken..